On our way home, he asked how I was feeling and if I was ready to talk to our RE about birth control pills to do a "hard reset" on my uterus. At 6 days out from Provera, no....I most certainly wasn't. 3 months of pills would t do anything but feel like a set back. I can't handle another of those, so, no. We napped, ate, ran errands, all with kid gloves on, lest the hubs' schnoz open up again like a guyser. Once I got him settled again and started meal prep for the week (yeah, I'm that girl), I sat down with my weekly treat: a lovely champagne cocktail. (This week it's a Hummingbird). As I started working on my sister's birthday basket (again, yeah...I do that kind of crap. Shuddup.) I realized I'd been holding my tee tee for hours. I scampered off with my regular audience to pee. We've got two dogs and a cat. I haven't peed alone in years. When I get up and shoo the fur family out I notice blood. What is this?!?! Could it BE?!?? Oh, honey it IS! That snarky AF b*tch finally showed her face! YES!
After 57 cycle days, a bunch of prayers, and a round of Provera, it is ON! I thought He wasn't listening. I thought he might be doing that thing...you know, where He shows you that it's not time for what you want yet. And maybe He was. But it seems we are both ready. Let's get this road on the show!